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  • #1
    Colum McCann
    “Literature can remind us that not all life is already written down: there are still so many stories to be told.”
    Colum McCann, Let the Great World Spin

  • #2
    Andrew Solomon
    “The most important thing to remember about depression is this: you do not get the time back. It is not tacked on at the end of your life to make up for the disaster years. Whatever time is eaten by a depression is gone forever. The minutes that are ticking by as you experience the illness are minutes you will not know again.”
    Andrew Solomon, The Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression

  • #3
    Azar Nafisi
    “You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place, I told him, like you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you'll never be this way ever again.”
    Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books

  • #5
    David  Mitchell
    “Soul is a verb.”
    David Mitchell

  • #6
    Simon Van Booy
    “I wonder if things can happen too early or too late or if everything happens at exactly the right time. If so, how sad and beautiful.”
    Simon Van Booy, The Secret Lives of People in Love

  • #7
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.”
    Kurt Vonnegut

  • #8
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies-"God damn it, you've got to be kind.”
    Kurt Vonnegut

  • #9
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
    “Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.”
    Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • #10
    Stephen Chbosky
    “So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #11
    Haruki Murakami
    “I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.”
    Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

  • #12
    Sarah Dessen
    “All we had was her room, her stories, and the quiet that settled in as we tried in vain to spread ourselves out and fill the space she'd left behind.”
    Sarah Dessen, Dreamland

  • #13
    Candace Bushnell
    “The car was on the FDR drive now and, turning her head, she glanced out at the bleak brown buildings of the projects that stretched for blocks along the drive. Something inside her sank at the sight of all that sameness, and she suddenly felt defeated.
    She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. In the past year, she'd started experiencing these moments of desperate emptiness, as if nothing really mattered, nothing was ever going to change, there was nothing new; and she could see her life stretching before her--one endless long day after the next, in which every day was essentially the same. Meanwhile, time was marching on, and all that was happening to her was that she was getting older and smaller, and one day she would be no bigger than a dot, and then she would simply disappear. Poof! Like a small leaf burned up under a magnifying glass in the sun. These feelings were shocking to her, because she'd never experienced world-weariness before. She'd never had time. All her life, she'd been striving and striving to become this thing that was herself--the entity that was Nico O'Neilly. And then, one morning, time had caught up with her and she had woken up and realized that she was there. She had arrived at her destination, and she had everything she'd worked so hard for: a stunning career, a loving (well, sort of) husband, whom she respected, and a beautiful eleven-year-old daughter whom she adored.
    She should have been thrilled. But instead, she felt tired. Like all those things belonged to someone else.”
    Candace Bushnell, Lipstick Jungle

  • #14
    David Foster Wallace
    “The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.”
    David Foster Wallace

  • #15
    Sylvia Plath
    “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #16
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “Brod's life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside of her. But there was no release. Table, ivory, elephant charm, rainbow, onion, hairdo, mollusk, Shabbos, violence, cuticle, melodrama, ditch, honey, doily...None of it moved her. She addressed her world honestly, searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her, but to each she would have to say, I don't love you. Bark-brown fence post: I don't love you. Poem too long: I don't love you. Lunch in a bowl: I don't love you. Physics, the idea of you, the laws of you: I don't love you. Nothing felt like anything more than what it actually was. Everything was just a thing, mired completely in its thingness.
    If we were to open a random page in her journal- which she must have kept and kept with her at all times, not fearing that it would be lost, or discovered and read, but that she would one day stumble upon that thing which was finally worth writing about and remembering, only to find that she had no place to write it- we would find some rendering of the following sentiment: I am not in love.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
    tags: love

  • #17
    Stephen Chbosky
    “So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #18
    Haruki Murakami
    “Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #19
    Nina LaCour
    “The sun stopped shining for me is all. The whole story is: I am sad. I am sad all the time and the sadness is so heavy that I can't get away from it. Not ever.”
    Nina LaCour, Hold Still

  • #20
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

  • #21
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

  • #22
    Arundhati Roy
    “And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. Big Things lurk unsaid inside.”
    Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

  • #24
    Junot Díaz
    “It's never the changes we want that change everything.”
    Junot Diaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

  • #25
    Paulo Coelho
    “When I had nothing to lose, I had everything. When I stopped being who I am, I found myself.”
    Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

  • #26
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention.
    Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day.
    This is all practice.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

  • #27
    Jerry Spinelli
    “Who are you if you lose your favorite person? Can you lose your favorite person without losing yourself? I reach for Stargirl and she's gone. I'm not me anymore.”
    Jerry Spinelli, Love, Stargirl

  • #28
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
    “They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now”
    Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • #29
    Vincent van Gogh
    “The beginning is perhaps more difficult than anything else, but keep heart, it will turn out all right.”
    Vincent van Gogh

  • #30
    Haruki Murakami
    “I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.”
    Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

  • #31
    John Steinbeck
    “All great and precious things are lonely.”
    John Steinbeck, East of Eden

  • #32
    Simon Van Booy
    “There are some lies that, under the right circumstances, are the only truth”
    Simon Van Booy, The Secret Lives of People in Love



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